Battle
Scars
Chapter 2
Ruby’s P.O.V.
Okay. ‘Just go all Hannah Montana On this thing.’ So. I’ve got a red wig, some ultra-big sunglasses, and an outfit that Rachel Berry would wear. AKA: Not a good one. I lay it out on my bed, and leave it so I can quickly change and eat, then leave. It’s raining, which makes this walk to school all the more enjoyable, because I can sing in the rain, and use my new umberella. When I get there, my hair’s messed up. And when I sit down at my desk, I get called the usual names.
“MUSO FREAK.”
“The Cat in Heat.”
“The Human Jukebox.”
Well, at least that last one’s correct.
Until a new one’s thrown at me, by the one boy I’ve been drooling over. Chad.
“LOSER.”
Okay. A song lyric for every occasion.
“Hey, you over there. Keep the L up-up in the air. Hey, you, over there, Keep the L up caus I don’t care. You can throw your sticks, and you can throw your stones, Like a rocket just watch me go yeah, L-O-S-E-R. I can only be who I are.”
“Save your howling for the privacy of HELL when I send you there.”
“Chad, save your insults for the principal.” Says Miss Bailey as she walks in.
There’s a pause.
“NOW!”
Chad scampers away down the hall.
Alaska’s P.O.V.
I wanted to stand up for ruby, I really did. But I don’t want to be classed with her again. This is my time to be popular, and I won’t blow it. I did’nt call her a name, though.
I guess that’s okay.
“Okay. Today we will create newspaper captions to attach to pictures.”
She magnets two pictures to the board.
“Alaska. Please give the class an example.”
So I get up and walk to the board. I grab the blue whiteboard pen, and underneath the picture of a bush fire, write “Run forest, Run!”.
I then write underneath the picture of a giant golf ball “They see me Rollin’”
I turn around, so they can see what I’ve written, and the entire class starts laughing.
What I’ve been good at from a young age was making people laugh.
“Okay. These are actually rather good captions, they intrigue the person reading the newspaper and make them read it.”
“Yeah… that’s what I was thinking?”
“Yes. Alaska, please be seated.”
And I walk back to find all the jocks staring at me. Not at my eyes, but in other areas I would prefer not to mention.
Those jocks disgust me.
This is why I am still single.
Chapter 2
Ruby’s P.O.V.
Okay. ‘Just go all Hannah Montana On this thing.’ So. I’ve got a red wig, some ultra-big sunglasses, and an outfit that Rachel Berry would wear. AKA: Not a good one. I lay it out on my bed, and leave it so I can quickly change and eat, then leave. It’s raining, which makes this walk to school all the more enjoyable, because I can sing in the rain, and use my new umberella. When I get there, my hair’s messed up. And when I sit down at my desk, I get called the usual names.
“MUSO FREAK.”
“The Cat in Heat.”
“The Human Jukebox.”
Well, at least that last one’s correct.
Until a new one’s thrown at me, by the one boy I’ve been drooling over. Chad.
“LOSER.”
Okay. A song lyric for every occasion.
“Hey, you over there. Keep the L up-up in the air. Hey, you, over there, Keep the L up caus I don’t care. You can throw your sticks, and you can throw your stones, Like a rocket just watch me go yeah, L-O-S-E-R. I can only be who I are.”
“Save your howling for the privacy of HELL when I send you there.”
“Chad, save your insults for the principal.” Says Miss Bailey as she walks in.
There’s a pause.
“NOW!”
Chad scampers away down the hall.
Alaska’s P.O.V.
I wanted to stand up for ruby, I really did. But I don’t want to be classed with her again. This is my time to be popular, and I won’t blow it. I did’nt call her a name, though.
I guess that’s okay.
“Okay. Today we will create newspaper captions to attach to pictures.”
She magnets two pictures to the board.
“Alaska. Please give the class an example.”
So I get up and walk to the board. I grab the blue whiteboard pen, and underneath the picture of a bush fire, write “Run forest, Run!”.
I then write underneath the picture of a giant golf ball “They see me Rollin’”
I turn around, so they can see what I’ve written, and the entire class starts laughing.
What I’ve been good at from a young age was making people laugh.
“Okay. These are actually rather good captions, they intrigue the person reading the newspaper and make them read it.”
“Yeah… that’s what I was thinking?”
“Yes. Alaska, please be seated.”
And I walk back to find all the jocks staring at me. Not at my eyes, but in other areas I would prefer not to mention.
Those jocks disgust me.
This is why I am still single.
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